Chapter 2

As the party ended, Lucas personally carried me to the car. He quietly instructed the driver, "My wife is asleep, drive carefully."

Still attentive and considerate, he even lowered his head to nuzzle me gently, his breath warm against my ear.

Half-lying in his arms, memories flashed through my mind like a slideshow.

Years ago, Samuel Shaw, my childhood sweetheart, suddenly backed out of our wedding. Overnight, I became the laughingstock of all of Hong Kong.

That's when Lucas appeared with a marriage contract. He said he had just inherited his company and needed a stable, suitable marriage to help him establish his position in the group.

At that time, disillusioned with love, I didn't hesitate to agree to this arranged marriage.

He gave me a grand wedding that stunned all of Hong Kong, with fireworks lighting up Victoria Harbor all night long.

Originally determined to lock away my heart forever, I gradually softened to his unwavering devotion over seven years, opening my heart to him.

Now I realized, what I thought was a jar full of honey was actually filled with poison.

Immersing myself in it would have been fatal.

"Honey," I murmured, feigning just waking up.

Lucas immediately adjusted me to the most comfortable position, letting me lean on his shoulder.

"Baby, you drank so much. Are you feeling unwell? I'll make you some hangover soup when we get home."

I clung to his arm, whining softly, "I was just happy today."

My voice was as sweet as ever. It was all an act, after all. If an amateur like him could keep it up for seven years, how could I, a professional actress, not manage?

Lucas was clearly pleased, kissing my forehead lightly. "I have a new project coming up, so I might not be able to visit you on set often. Take care of yourself while filming."

"I'll arrange for meals to be sent to the set regularly, and have your assistant make sure you eat everything... If you don't behave... I'll have to punish you..."

Lucas's suggestive hand lightly pinched my waist.

I suppressed the urge to vomit and twisted away. "Stop it, that tickles..."